Chapter 159: Was an Imposter

                                    

                                          

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation 
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the same time.
There was one person at the scene who looked livid.
It was Bai Rong, who had accompanied the Crown Prince of Haotian, Long Kui.
Bai Rong did not know why Long Kui wanted to go against Star Dream Era. He had spent a lot of resources to turn her into an all-rounded artist.
The reason she had been able to attend today's event was because Long Kui had wanted to enhance her image.
Initially, Bai Rong's confidence had been boosted to the maximum over the past few days.
She had thought that Fang Mo'er would no longer be able to catch up to her.
For such an important event like this, Fang Mo'er would definitely not have the chance to participate.
However... who was the one standing on the stage and becoming the center of attention if not Fang Mo'er?
"Why is she here?" Bai Rong muttered.
Long Kui said indifferently, "Why are you paying attention to her? All you have to do is defeat Fang Mo'er!"
Although Shi Mo had never revealed his identity as the person in charge of the Shi family, Long Kui knew that the company that had always been suppressing their company was none other than Shi Mo's company.
He had always been unhappy about it, but when he saw Shi Mo personally appear on the variety show, he seemed to have found a breakthrough.
He wanted to beat him!
Bai Rong bit her lip. Who else was she paying attention to? It was Fang Mo'er herself.
Oh right, only she knew about Fang Mo'er's secret identity.
Bai Rong was about to say something when she saw that Long Kui was also entranced by her performance. She could not help but clench her fists.
After the Veiled Queen's performance, the whole venue erupted in warm applause. Fang Mo'er stepped off the stage and was led to her seat.
Wu Ling had not expected the Veiled Queen to be seated right next to her.
In her heart, she sighed because of the organizer's arrangement.
She knew that she wanted to be close to her savior.
Fang Mo'er was just here to watch the show.
However, Wu Ling continued talking to her the entire time.
When the auction items came out, the first thing Wu Ling said was, "Miss Veiled Queen, do you like this antique? If you like it, I'll bid for it and give it to you.
"What about this..."
Fang Mo'er rejected them all, one by one.
Wu Ling was even more impressed by her humble character. She was still able to remain so calm when faced with so many priceless treasures.
It wasn't until Fang Mo'er heard, "Next up is the newest work of the new artist, Bai Rong, 'Autumn Harvest Painting'. The starting price is 500,000 yuan."
When Fang Mo'er heard Bai Rong's name, she could not help but frown as she looked up at the stage.
It was a brightly colored landscape painting with exquisite brushwork.
Even at a glance, it was obvious that it would take a person with twenty years of skill to paint it.
The problem was that the artist's information actually showed Bai Rong's photo.
It showed that Bai Rong's work had entered the overseas market a few years ago. It had been bought by people for their own collections for hundreds of millions of dollars, and it had even received praise from all the famous artists.
Fang Mo'er could tell at a glance that all this was just packaging.
How could Bai Rong have produced such a work?
Take the poem that was included at the top part of the painting, for example. Bai Rong's handwriting was not usually that good. The difference was like the difference between heaven and earth.
The merchants who were present were not fools. They did not pay much attention to the sudden appearance of this artist.
However, there was actually someone who wanted to purchase this painting, which then started a competitive scramble for it.
The painting went from 500,000 yuan to over 10 million yuan.
Seeing that the Veiled Queen seemed so concerned, Wu Ling thought that she liked this painting very much.
She hurriedly joined the auction of this painting.
"20 million!" Wu Ling instantly doubled the price.
On the other side, the people who had been specially arranged by Long Kui were all dumbfounded, and they hurriedly looked in the direction of Long Kui.
Had this person also been arranged by you? Why had she bid so ruthlessly? She had not followed the usual procedure.
Long Kui was also baffled.
He indicated that the other side should continue to raise the price to at least 50 million.
Fang Mo'er saw that Wu Ling still wanted to raise her paddle again, so she hurriedly advised her, "This painting is not worth this much money!"
Wu Ling said, "But, you like it."
"No, I don't like it."
Fang Mo'er said to Wu Ling, "Look, this Bai Rong is only in her twenties. How could she produce such a painting? Moreover, I remember that the style of the painting is very similar to that of another artist. Even the brush strokes of the poem are exactly the same."
Wu Ling frowned when she heard this. "Are you saying that someone else is pretending to be the artist for this painting?"
Fang Mo'er spread her hands.
"This is ridiculous. The organizers are too careless." Wu Ling was so angry that she immediately called for the organizers.
The bidding had already reached 37 million yuan.
The organizers were already feeling guilty towards Wu Ling. They were afraid that Wu Ling would make a fuss about what had happened earlier today, so they were very careful with her. When they heard that Wu Ling had asked someone to thoroughly investigate this painting, they immediately stopped the auction.
Naturally, the organizers did not dare to offend Wu Ling, so they quickly stopped the bidding.
"I'm sorry, the auctioning of this painting has been suspended."
Bai Rong had initially been a little excited. After this auction, she would also be able to claim herself as a genius painter.
However, she had not expected the auction to suddenly stop. The painting was quickly taken down and replaced with the next auction item.
Bai Rong was dumbfounded. Long Kui was also puzzled.
He had clearly arranged everything. How could the organizers have changed their minds halfway through?
The news of the charity gala quickly spread.
The unexpected call to stop the auctioning of the painting had caused the reporters outside to smell the scent of gossip.